Kalea was slightly impressed when she entered the kitchen and saw two plates of simple breakfast dishes—something Arthur was typically capable of making. As expected, his cooking skills hadn't improved; his repertoire remained limited to simple and safe meals. On the table, two plates were neatly arranged, emitting the soft aroma of toasted bread paired with apple syrup, tempting her appetite.
Without a word, Kalea approached and picked up one of the slices of toast. Taking a small bite, she savored the sweet flavor perfectly blended with the crunchy texture. Her gaze shifted to Arthur, who was busy preparing coffee and tea.
"Oh, shi— you startled me," Arthur hissed as he turned and saw Kalea standing innocently near the dining table. "So, you're awake." He set the two cups down on the table, walked up to her, and gently kissed her forehead. "Good morning."
